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like a sigh through the soul of a fairy

"Not knowing when the dawn will come
leave every door open , which has wings like a bird

or waves, such as the beach. "
(Emily Dickinson)

All that dies is born again, light and dark both have their place, let it reign in you beauty, strength, honor and humility, because you will not find in you what you seek you will not find anywhere else. "Giulia.

I am in my time, I still love to collect verbena, thyme and hypericum under the hawthorns in bloom.

here by me there are altars that smell of incense, fresh water through the leaves, branches, roses and shade where breezes blow gently.

The ancient legends speak of myself, my secrets, the magic that is released when I sing or dance with flowers and animals and nature around starts to flow, to breathe new life to the world asleep.

I enjoy walking on the grass, flying through the trees, the birds talk, play with the fish chasing his eyes in the waters of lakes and despite the anguish of my heart the face is bright, quiet, full of tenderness.

Tread softly with open hands.

With the head of dance steps broken down, on the moors between water and sky.

collect the droplets fall faster than dry because every tear is a drop of life that expands to touch the sides and ends up as air continues to move.

Among the lashes retain a liquid moon.

Avanzo barefoot in the shadows where small rays of pale light slight draw spirals on my feet pointing to the path.

Landing on the banks vulnerable to gather stones beneath the peat and return them to the water clear, transparent because we can see.

The voice of the earth has the color of the water.
The voice of the sky has the force of the sea on the ears off every sound.

Murmurs cloaked in frost and mist to soothe scratches, my blue dress were too light to protect life, but I have great wings curved smile.

Every space is filled with me along the flow.

A song comes to me from the depths of time, follow me and I will tell the stories told by the wind, I will teach you to be light to fly to meet your dreams.

I think, alive and mirror my reflection in the dark woods, to the sources where the beginning you hear the cries of swans in the folds of the Worlds.

My hair is mighty green mantles, shaken by gusts of eternity.

tidal cycles of time to scatter petals of flowers wrapped in the mist of dawn, until my cot and a mirror of myself.

Silence endless waves here, you hear the rustle of leaves last.

The sound of a bud popped too soon.

Everything is magical and enchanted moonlit nights in the enchantment of accompanying my sighs.

I have no place to go, but I leave my footprints read the passage.

Giulia